Yay! I managed to do a second chapter in one day! Huzzah!

Anyway, singintoyourself, I do not know if you were asking if Sean and Ally knew each other or if Don and Ally knew each other. But I made the connection between Don and her stronger in this chapter (In case it was unclear in the first), Sean's turn will be coming up soon, but yes he knows her as well.

I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. Some more of Ally's personal life comes up.


After the duet had finished, Mr. D's face suddenly turned into one of anger, which looked out of place in the mob of laughing boys and girl. "Allyson Marie Theresa Miller! There in the hell have you been and why in the hell did you not sign up for band?" the questions were not quiet; the instructor had shouted the two questions and the boys were pretty sure that the faculty members would be down in a few minutes to check on the situation. They also knew that Mr. D was not to be messed with when he was in this mood so the underclassmen and even a few of the upperclassmen took a few steps back.

However, the shouting did not even faze the girl as she turned to face him while groaning, "Don! Don't yell. I'm sorry that I have not been in touch…there have been a lot of issues in the family, and as for…" she paused as she thought about what the man had said, "How did you know? I just scheduled yesterday and today. Donald Edward Wilson you were listening in on us!" she shouted accusingly as she pointed a finger at the instructor before she slipped the harness off of her shoulders and set the five drum tenor instrument on the floor.

Her eyes narrowed as those that stepped away from Don took a few more steps and even Don took a step back, "You better run." She growled as she ran after him, tackling him to the ground before he even got halfway to his office. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded up schedule, "This is why I cannot do Band D. With all of these AP college courses, I'll be surrounded in homework. Plus, it looks like there are quite a number of competitions per year here, I would fall behind too quickly." She said calmly as she moved off of the man and stood up while dusting her knees off.

The instructor frowned as he got up as well, "Sean, you got your schedule yesterday and I know you have it on you. Compare your schedule to Ms. Miller's and see if any of your courses are the same. I only care about the course and teacher, forget about the time." He ordered as he turned to the rest of the boys, "Stop staring, and go get your music and sticks. After this, you all will start practice."

The Drum Line captain nodded and obediently went to his pile of things and grabbed his schedule from his stick case and went back to Ally. After a minute of comparing the two he sighed, "The only differences are that I have band, she does not, she has tutorial and I do not and she is taking AP US History and I took that last year so I could still help her if she were to fall behind. Besides those differences, it looks like Little Miss Hicktown is in Senior AP Classes." He said calmly before he winced slightly when he felt a hand collide with the back of his head, "It also looks like she could be placed in our band if I can sweet talk her counselor into changing her schedule."

"It is not a matter of that Sean! Between my family life and my job, I need all of the time I can get for homework. I cannot commit to band because I know that will always be number one priority on my list. You've known me for a few years, you should know that by now." The girl said quietly.

"Sean, take the idiots out into the field, warm them up and start running cadences. I'll be out sometime before your practice is over." Don said calmly as he turned to Ally and pointed at the office door, "You, office now. No arguing." He said quietly.

Both percussionists obeyed silently, well one of them did. Sean had to order a few of the little freshmen to stop staring at Don and Ally and for them to get outside. "Drummers, suit of and meet on the Field. We start in five minutes, whoever is not ready in five will do laps." He ordered seriously as he adjusted the quints before he headed out with a few of the other seniors who were ready to go.

Once the room had cleared, Don went into his office and saw the Junior girl sitting in his desk chair. Before he could say anything, she took a deep breath.

"It is getting worse Don. Between my mom at school and the idiot controlling my life, I do not know who I am anymore." She murmured as she closed her eyes and leaned back. "I feel like I am in a dark nightmare, almost as if I am a puppet being controlled by a puppeteer."

The instructor sat on the edge of his desk, now hiding the only visible piece of wood on the desktop. "Have you talked to Carrie about it? Al, I hate seeing you like this." He said quietly, "Do you have any family out here?" he added on to his other sentence with a pained look on his face.

"D. You know that I only know you and Sean out here. I cannot runaway and I cannot move out." She almost whispered, "Band was all I had that kept me sane."

"Then why are you throwing it away?" Don asked loudly, "Is it because your stepfather said to? After practice I am taking you to your house and I will talk to your parents, I will not let that man ruin your life. Greg would have hated that." He said seriously, also bringing in Ally's deceased brother who had almost been like Don's twin.

Now, if it was not already made obvious, Don Wilson and Ally Miller are extremely close, closer than a normal instructor possible student relationship should be. But, it was not everyday that your instructor was a close student to your father's and your instructor was a close best friend to your older brother. In Don's eyes, Ally was a little sister and with her father not around, her brother dead and her step father an inactive idiot, he was all that was left that could help make her life right.

Without another word, Don headed to the door of his office when he stopped and looked at the girl, "Grab the set of quints Al, Sean has an extra set of mallets. You already know most of the cadences." He ordered. He headed out to the field with the junior tagging behind him, knowing that getting the girl to play was the only way that she could think clearly.


Well, was it good, okay or horrible? Please comment! Also, if you have a character you want to have in here, let me know.